Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 02:40:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 220  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 220
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: At the lake Randy, Zack and their boys are confronted by a
Forest Ranger – macho, arrogant – and homophobic.  An obvious
challenge for Randy's sexual magnetism and he mind-fucks the ranger into
erotic fantasies.  "What would it feel like to have this dark, savage gypsy
inside you, pile-driving your ass?" the ranger wondered.  "How could a man
take it, even from a muscle-god like this?" He tried to imagine...

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Chapter 220  – "Mind Fuck"

It would not be generally believed that all the tensions and quarrels of
men could be banished with a great fuck.  But among these men they had
been.  Up by the lake Randy had settled a grudge he had been carrying
against his best buddy, the leatherman Zack.  And Randy's boy Pablo had
proved to his lover, Zack's boy Darius, that he was more than just a bottom
boy, despite his spectacularly fuckable ass.

Tied to a tree facing each other the two black men, master and boy, had
endured having their asses whipped and fucked by Randy and Pablo.  Randy
had subjected Zack to a ferocious, pile-driving fuck – two rugged
construction workers, the gypsy savage pounding the ass of the black
muscle-god.  And it had driven Zack wild.  Darius, the young top-man with
the ten-inch cock, had rediscovered the unfamiliar thrill of having his ass
ploughed by Pablo.

When it was over, all tension and resentment buried for good, the four
friends, and Pablo's dog Billy, settled down to enjoy their weekend in
their secret spot by the idyllic lake high in the Angeles National forest.

After a cooked meal of the fish they had caught from the lake, all four of
them lay together naked on the little beach surrounded by trees and,
inevitably with these oversexed men, started to feel horny all over again.
Pablo and Darius grinned mischievously and gently pulled open their
masters' shorts.  They were soon chowing down on their masters' cocks while
Randy and Zack leaned back on their elbows watching them.

"Freeze!"  Apparently their secret spot was not so secret after all.

The sudden command came from a tall, uniformed man who had just appeared
through the trees.  The arrogant voice proclaimed, "That fire you've had
there is illegal.  And what you boys were doing is also illegal and
obscene.  You can consider yourselves under arrest."

Billy growled softly, waiting for his cue from Pablo, but such was the
self-assurance of these supremely confident men that they barely flinched
as they looked up at the man – with amusement on the men's part and lust
on the boys'.

He must have been in his late twenties, tall, blond, ruggedly handsome with
an obviously well-toned, lean body under his Forest Ranger uniform –
short-sleeved pale gray shirt with a white triangle of T-shirt at the open
neck, dark green pants and black boots.  With the heavy black belt and
equipment round his waist he had a tough air of authority as he continued
listing their infractions of the law.

"It's pretty clear what you men have been doing and it's disgusting.  What
you do in your own home is your business but out here it's against the law.
I am a Chief Forest Ranger and I have to report you."

"Oh no," Pablo said in mock horror.  "You're not gonna throw me in jail,
are you, sir?  I don't think me or my butt would last long in the Big
House.  See?"  He rolled over and stuck his flawless white globes in the
air.  Darius sputtered with laughter and the man barked, "Enough!  Which
one of you is the responsible party – who's the leader here?"

Zack rolled his eyes at Randy and raised his hands with a helpless `not me'
gesture.  "Coward," Randy grinned.  He shrugged and said to the ranger, "I
guess that would be me.  I'm the boss here."  Slowly he got to his feet and
stood in front of the ranger in all his naked, muscular glory, his huge
cock swinging between his legs.  The ranger inhaled sharply and took a step
back before recovering himself.  "Sir, I'm gonna have to cuff you.  Put
your hands behind your back."

Randy complied meekly and the ranger stepped behind him.  But as he brought
the cuffs close Randy suddenly grabbed his wrist, whirled him round facing
him and yanked his arms up behind his back in a brutal double hammerlock
applied from the front.  Their chests pressed together, faces inches apart,
and the ranger stammered, "Resisting arrest is a felony and ..."

Randy cut him off by leaning forward and pressing their mouths together,
pushing his lips open with his tongue.  Grinding their lips against each
other Randy breathed his beery breath into his mouth.  The stunned ranger
was trapped, feeling the sheer strength of this man and the tongue probing
his mouth.  A look of panic filled his eyes as Randy finally pulled his
mouth away and his steel blue eyes pierced the ranger's like lasers.

"Like I said, man, I'm the boss around here and I do what the fuck I like.
You lay one finger on these boys and I will personally shove my fist right
up your arrogant ranger ass."

He grinned maliciously.  "So you're a Chief Ranger, eh?  Well I've got news
for you, pal.  I outrank you ... `cuz I'm the King of the fucking Gypsies."

The ranger was stunned into silence, mesmerized by the hypnotic blue eyes
and still tasting the man's hot, beery breath in his mouth.  His mind
whirled with a mix of fear, diminishing defiance, and anger that his
authority had so quickly been usurped.  What was worse was the pain in his
shoulders and arms, forced up behind his back making him press his chest
against the hard slabs of his captor's naked pecs.  The realization took
hold that he was at the mercy of this dark demon.

"OK," Randy said, "might as well start as we mean to go on.  First you're
gonna learn some manners.  Now you insulted my boys here and you're gonna
apologize for that.  Get it?"

"Go fuck yourself," the ranger growled with his last shreds of defiance.

"Wrong answer, pal," Randy growled and yanked his wrists higher up his
back, straining his arms brutally.

"Aaagh!" the ranger screamed, tears spurting from his eyes, the handsome
features twisting in pain.  "Stop, you're breaking my arms ... aaagh
... let me go ... please..."

Applying even more pressure Randy grinned, "You can do better than that,
stud – let's hear it."

His shoulder bursting with pain the ranger howled.  "Please, sir, I can't
take any more ...  please let me go, sir.  I'm sorry, sir ... I apologize."

"Now we're getting somewhere," Randy growled, released his arms, moved
swiftly behind him and resumed the hammerlock from behind.  It was less
painful but pulled the uniform shirt open, exposing the white T-shirt and
the shape of his chest underneath.  Randy pushed him round to face Zack and
the boys, still lying on the ground, propped up on their elbows enjoying
the show of the naked construction worker cutting the arrogant young ranger
down to size.

"OK, see these two boys here?  All they were doing was sucking cock, giving
pleasure to me and my buddy.  And you, asshole, called them disgusting.
Now take another look at these innocent kids ... maybe not so disgusting
after all?"

Pablo and Darius put on elaborate shows of wide-eyed innocence and Zack
struggled to keep a straight face.  "So what d'ya say, ranger?" Randy
persisted.  "Think they deserve an apology?"

The ranger flinched as Randy twisted his arms up higher behind him.  "Aaah!
OK, OK.  Young men... what you were doing there, er, with the men's, er
... well, it was not disgusting and I'm sorry I called you that."

"Aw," Darius grinned in an aw-shucks way.  "That's OK, man, I've been
called worse.  You know what they say, dude, `don't matter what you call me
as long as you call me'.'

There were stifled sputterings all round as Randy glared at them, trying to
keep a straight face himself.  "OK," he said, "we're making progress here."
He released the ranger and confronted him.  Right, so now we've got that
straight let me do the introductions.  Let's see here, apart from being
Chief Ranger your name seems to be ..." he looked closer at the ranger's
name badge "... Petersen I'm Randy, `the responsible party' as you call it,
though irresponsible would be closer to the mark, but that's another story.
You can just call me boss.  Hi, Pete, good to meet you."

Petersen winced as Randy reached for his hand and crushed it in his in big
paw in a painful handshake.  The ranger was reeling.  He was by nature
arrogant, flaunting his authority and never let anyone intimidate him
... he was the one who did the intimidating.  But he had never tangled with
anyone like this big gypsy guy.  He was scary, with a hint of menace masked
by a good-humor that was heavy with irony.  The ranger was already planning
his escape.

"OK, now for my guys.  This here, this big black muscle stud, is called
Zack" (Zack gave a casual salute).  Randy lowered his voice confidentially.
"Now between you and me, Pete, I'd steer clear of this guy – he can be
real mean.  See he's got this anger problem – flies into a rage at the
least provocation and starts swinging his fists.  Better stick with me –
I'm the calm, rational one."

This time the snickering swelled into choked-back laughter as Randy stood
the truth on its head.  He glared at them and said, "What?  You wanna give
our friend here the wrong impression?  He's our guest, after all.  OK, now
for the boys.  This one here's Darius, best known for his ... well, stand
up boy and show the gentleman."

Darius took a deep breath, puffed himself up and got to his feet with a
swagger, crossing his arms across his chest, legs wide apart.  "Holy shit,"
the ranger groaned, his eyes riveted on the black ten-inch horse-dick
swinging between his legs.  Randy said conspiratorially, "Take my advice,
Pete, you never wanna back up against that in a dark alley."

"The other boy is Pablo, my pride and joy, my son."  He touched the
ranger's arm, amicably at first but increasing to a vicious squeeze.
"That's why I don't take to anyone who badmouths him, Pete.  Now he's a
tough young buck, but what most guys remember about him is ..."  Pablo
stood up on cue turned his back to the ranger and flexed the globes of his
flawless ass.

"Now you probably don't appreciate that great set of buns, do you, Pete?
Not really your territory, is it, being the regular macho guy that you are,
but take it from me that butt has driven men crazy.  And take a look at
these two boys here ... imagine that long black pole sliding between those
perfect white butt cheeks.  That'd be something, eh, Pete?  Like Darius
here is fond of saying, `a match made in heaven'."

The ranger's head was swimming again ... he had to get out of here.
Recovering his authoritarian tone he said, "Look, man, I don't get into any
of this shit.  It's against nature and I find it ..."

"...disgusting, yeah I know, and you're probably thinking right now that
you want out of here.  But that's not go gonna be possible for a while old
buddy `cuz I haven't introduced you to the final member of our group, the
one over there looking at you with that mean look in his eye.  Meet Billy.
He's Pablo's dog – worships him, he'll do anything Pablo tells him with
just a flick of the fingers.  Show him, kiddo."

Without even raising his hand Pablo snapped his fingers and Billy growled
at the ranger, baring his fangs, his muscles tense in a half crouch, ready
to pounce.  "See that, pal?  That's one reason I don't need handcuffs like
you do.  One wrong move and you're dog meat.  So you gotta stick around,
Pete, my man.  Like I said – you're our guest.

The ranger was feeling his authority ebb away and the arrogance had gone
from his voice as he said, "Now look man, like I said I don't get into this
shit.  If you're thinking you're gonna make me do stuff like that ..."

"Hey, hey, you're way ahead of yourself, ranger.  Or maybe it's wishful
thinking, eh?  Nah, we wouldn't want you joining in or anything.  But you
are gonna watch, Mr. Chief Ranger.  See I'm still mad that you interrupted
us just as the boys were cranking up a head of steam, so we're just gonna
carry on doing what we were doing while you watch.  Only guy who won't be
watching us is old Billy here.  He'll be watching you."

He looked at the ranger and rubbed his chin.  "Hmm... Pete, old buddy,
you're really a tad overdressed for this party – even though you won't
actually be joining in of course.  Boys, think you can make the ranger here
a bit more comfortable as he's gonna be an audience of one?"

"Sure, sir!"  The boys' eyes gleamed as they approached, but the ranger
took a step back.  His uniform was the only sign of authority he had left
and he damn well wasn't going to lose that.  He raised his arms
defensively, fists clenched, and snarled, "Back off, men.  You come one
step closer and I'll ..."

"Grrrr..."  Ever alert to a threat to Pablo, Billy growled menacingly and
stood up baring his teeth.  "Don't move, sir, please," Pablo warned.  "Once
Billy pounces I can't drag him off and ..."

"... and you'd be the dog's dinner, sir," Darius completed his sentence.
"Remember that song from movie about the man-eating plant, sir?  Billy's
probably thinking, `The guy sure looks like dog food to me'."  He and Pablo
struggled to keep a straight face.

Humiliated, but keeping a wary eye on the dog, the handsome ranger clenched
his fists in frustration.  There was nothing he could do for now – he
was at the mercy of this group.  But he'd wait `til they were distracted by
whatever repellant acts they were going to perform and he'd seize his
chance to escape, dog or no dog.  In the meantime the boys went to work,
unbuttoning his uniform shirt and pulling it off, then they pulled his
T-shirt off over his head.

"Shit, buddy will you look at that?" Zack said to Randy as they stood
watching the ranger get stripped to the waist.  Zack always appreciated a
well-built muscle-stud.  "That is one mean upper body – broad shoulders,
great arms, wide lats.  Perfect definition in the chest and, man, those
washboard abs.  Wonder how many crunches at the gym it took to get them
like that?"

"Yeah," Randy agreed.  "No doubt about it Pete, you're a looker ... pity –
you'd fit right in with our group.  You must be one hell of a stud with the
ladies.  Probably have to fight them off."

The ranger hated being talked about by these men like he was a side of
meat, so he retaliated by boasting.  "Yeah, fucker, as a matter of fact I
do.  I fuck a lot.  Most nights me and my buddies cruise the bars, pick up
some girls and fuck the shit out of them.  They go crazy for my macho
looks, this hot bod and my man-size dick.  Always come back for more.
Classy ladies they are, too.  And I did say ladies.  Never even thought
about fooling around with my buddies even when we're drunk.  See," he
sneered," I'm all man, an alpha male, and if ever I come across guys doing
anything that repulsive I beat up on them, then throw their asses in jail."

"Yeah, I bet you do – you're one tough dude, chief, and you'd probably
have roughed up my boys for sucking dick if I hadn't stopped you.  OK,
boys, let's take a look at this man-size wang the chief here was boasting
about."

They didn't need telling twice.  Darius fell to his knees and unlaced the
heavy black boots, while Pablo went behind the ranger, reached round him
and unbuckled his belt.  Darius reached up, unzipped his pants and pulled
them down around his boots.  He wore blue boxers underneath and Darius
paused with his typical dramatic flourish.

"Stand by for the big finish, guys, the moment of truth."  Slowly he pulled
the shorts down revealing the base of the cock, the low hanging balls, then
more ... and more ... until finally it sprang free.  "Awesome, dude,"
Darius said.  "Just like that movie – `Bigger, Longer & Uncut."

As the cock swung between the ranger's bare legs Darius instinctively
lowered his head and flicked his tongue out at the tip poking out from the
foreskin.  But the ranger recoiled and Darius said, "Oh, sorry, sir, I
forgot you don't get into that ... that's a real shame, though."

The ranger looked down and, despite his degrading predicament, part of him
had to admit that the muscular black buck kneeling at his feet was a
stunner.  Tough alpha male though he was, the ranger always (purely
aesthetically) admired the better bodies at the gym and in his vanity he
counted himself as one of the best – which he was.

"OK, kids, back off," Randy ordered and they obeyed.  Darius jumped to his
feet flicking a last lusty glance at the now-naked ranger, his uniform
pants pooled round his boots.  Randy went to his truck pulled out a short
length of rope and returned to face the ranger.  Two pairs of blue eyes
met, Randy's piercing the ranger's with a look of admiration and challenge.

"No doubt about it, chief," he said in a low, deep voice, "you are one hell
of stud.  Strong too, which is why I'm gonna have to tie your hands behind
you back, just so you don't get any ideas... and just so you don't feel you
wanna touch your cock," he grinned.  He looked down at the long limp dick.
"Nah, no fear of that I see.  You're right, pal, you're straight as an
arrow ..."  He tied his wrists behind him, then faced him, penetrating the
ranger's eyes with a long hypnotic gaze

He smiled, "Ah, what the hell – one last time, eh?"  He clamped his hand
behind the ranger's head, pulled it forward and clamped their mouths
together, crushing their lips against each other in a man-to-man embrace of
rugged alpha males, one a swarthy gypsy, the other a defiant blond forest
ranger.  Dazed, Petersen gasped for breath as Randy pulled away at last and
said, "Just to show you what you're missing, stud."

Revolted by the thought of this stubbled gypsy face kissing his mouth the
ranger spat on the ground to get rid of the taste.  In a spontaneous blaze
of anger Randy slapped him hard across the face.  "Damn you, man, I wasn't
gonna hurt you, just educate you, but no-one insults me like that, no
matter how tough you are or what uniform you wear.  You humiliated me in
front of my men and you'll apologize, or next time it'll be my fist.  Let's
hear it, man, and from now on you call me sir."

Shaken by this sudden flash of rage the ranger knew he had no option.
"Yes, sir," he said through clenched teeth.  "I'm sorry, sir."  He could
still taste his beery saliva in his mouth and wanted to spit again but
didn't dare.  Instead he swallowed it, gulping down the pungent taste of
his spit.  Then he swallowed again as those damn hypnotic eyes bored into
him.

God how the ranger hated this man.  He'd give anything to take him on in a
fair fight, just the two of them, man-to-man.  He'd wipe that superior
smile off his face, he'd beat the fucking shit out of him like he would any
damn cocksucker then throw his ass in jail where his ranger buddies would
take their turn at him.  Just wait till he got out of here ...

But for now more humiliation followed as the four men walked round the
naked ranger, sizing him up like buyers at a slave market.  "Sir, look at
that ass, sir," Pablo said, "hard as cannon balls.  Are you sure I can't
stick my dick up it – just for a minute – please..."

"No, boy, you know my rules.  We never make a man do that stuff unless he
wants to.  And take it from me, this stud is never gonna want to.  Like he
said, he's all man.  Him and his buddies fuck girls and that's that.

"Yeah, `course you're right buddy," Zack grinned, "but that fucking
gorgeous body...  Man, I'd sure like to tussle with that, both of us in
leather, mano-a-mano."  He smiled into the ranger's eyes.  "You look plenty
tough, dude, and if you beat me you'd get to tie me up and thrash me.
Picture it man, the black leather master spread-eagled in bondage, stripped
to the waist in leather pants and boots, you whipping my straining muscular
body, hearing me scream.  You're a mean son-of-a bitch, you'd like that."

The ranger closed his eyes and inhaled sharply.  The picture the black guy
painted sure appealed to his hunger for revenge.  Sure, flogging a
leather-master and making him beg would be awesome, especially one as
spectacular as this muscular black stud.  He opened his eyes and gasped at
what he saw.

"Don't worry, sir," said Darius holding his camera up to his eye.  "I'll
pixilate your face, I know what I'm doing – I'm semi-professional.  This
is strictly for home use anyway.  When I see a gorgeous man like you I
gotta get it on film for my buddies back home."  He circled the bound and
naked ranger, shooting him from every angle.  The fact that the man was
tense with anger and frustration, clenching his fists, only made him that
much hotter.

As humiliating as this whole thing was of being on display the ranger
instinctively flexed his body.  Coupled with his arrogance was a healthy
dose of vanity, especially when he was working out at the gym, showing off
his ripped body.  And now he was on display for four of the most beautiful
men he had ever seen.  If he couldn't beat them (not yet anyway) he would
sure show them he was in their league when it came to looks and physique.

As the men sized him up and praised his body like he was a slave for sale,
his humiliation was alleviated by a sense of ... what? ... he couldn't tell
... pride in his appearance, maybe ... a need to show these mother-fucking
cocksuckers that he could take whatever they dished out.  And when he got
free ... he'd fucking break them.

But suddenly Randy brought the show to a halt.  "OK, guys, that's enough.
This man interrupted us and I wanna get back to business ... business that
he'll get to watch.  Right, now where were we before we were so rudely
interrupted?"  They got back on the ground, Randy and Zack leaning back
while the boys went to work on their stiffening cocks.

The ranger instinctively closed his eyes.  But hearing the sounds of
slurping and ecstatic moans he opened them again.  And kept them open.

***********************

It wasn't prurience that kept him watching and it certainly wasn't lust.
It was the look of ecstasy in the eyes of the swarthy gypsy and the
muscular black man that fascinated the ranger.  His own cock had been
sucked many times by women but he had never felt what these men were
evidently feeling, from the way they threw their heads back, eyes rolling,
their muscles tense with exhilaration.

And the boys sure knew what they were doing as their mouths moved
rhythmically up and down the massive shafts.  They paused and the ranger
could see their throat muscles clenching as they swallowed, then relaxed as
they resumed servicing their ... their masters – the only word to
describe these men.  The ranger concentrated on the one they called Pablo,
the one the boss had called his boy.

He watched mesmerized as the boy pulled his head back off the boss's cock,
licked his lips, formed them into a firm O and lowered his mouth slowly
back down over the long, thick pole ... down ... down ... and, incredibly,
sinking even further until the boy's face was buried in his master's sweaty
tangle of black pubic hair, inhaling deeply through his nose.

Shit, the head of the cock must be way down deep in his throat – and the
boy was swallowing!  The ranger could only imagine what this must feel
like, what it must do for the sensation in the man's prick.  And then he
saw what it felt like.  Suddenly the man, Randy, opened his eyes and they
were staring straight at him, pale blue eyes filled with an ecstasy that
surpassed anything Petersen had ever felt himself.

He admired tough, masculine men – his ranger buddies all were – the
guys he went drinking with, cruising for girls in a macho fraternity of
lusty, hot-blooded males, fucking the brains out of the girls they picked
up.

But his man ... this ... Randy ... was the most ruggedly masculine male he
had ever encountered, tough, virile – a real man's man.  The dark gypsy
face was unbelievably handsome, as if lit from within, with its chiseled
features, high cheek bones, square stubbled jaw, long dark hair ... and
those eyes, those hypnotic blue eyes.  And yet here he was, this ultimate
muscle-stud, with his huge dick in the mouth of a boy, a handsome young
buck who clearly worshipped him and was paying homage to his master by
sucking his cock.

The ranger shook his head to clear these foreign thoughts from his mind,
but still the eyes stared at him hypnotically.  The ranger couldn't know it
yet but he was experiencing what so many men before him had felt ... he was
falling under a spell.  He thought he caught the glimmer of a smile in
those eyes, even a trace of triumph, as if the man knew the power of his
own magnetism.  The eyes were staring straight into his as the gypsy said.
"That's enough ... on your knees!"

The ranger felt his knees grow weak, but again he shook his head and
realized that the gypsy was not talking to him.  He was giving an order to
his boys ... an order they obeyed instantly.  They scrambled to their feet
and knelt on hands and knees with their backs to their masters.  Sensing
what came next the ranger closed his eyes, knowing he would throw up if he
had to watch this obscenity.  Then he heard the voice growl, "You ready,
big guy?"

He opened his eyes in alarm, thinking something was about to happen to him,
but he realized that the boss was talking to his black buddy.  The boss was
kneeling behind his boy and the naked leatherman behind the black boy with
the massive dick.  The black man ... what was his name, Zack? ... turned
and grinned to his buddy.  "Right there with you, big guy."  And then the
guy did something that made the ranger's head spin.  He reached out, put
his hand behind the gypsy's head, pulled it toward him ... and they
kissed!"

But this was no ordinary kiss, like all the ones Petersen gave women.  This
was a raw, ravenous embrace between men, two dominant alpha males, their
ravenous mouths grinding together in a macho bond of brotherhood.  He could
see the shape of their tongues moving inside their cheeks, could see saliva
oozing from their lips and running down their chins.  When Randy had done
the same to him forcibly, twice, he had recoiled, but now he was riveted by
the sight of the two bodybuilders coupling in this way.

They finally broke apart and looked down at the boys on their hands and
knees. "Ready boys?" the black man asked.

"Yes, sir, please sir," the boys said in unison.

This was it.  The ranger had known deep down from the moment he had been
captured that it would come to this.  Thank god they were not forcing it on
him.  Obscene as the act was, all he had to do was watch.  That's all he
had to do.

***********************

The men grabbed their boys' ass cheeks, pulled them apart and lowered their
heads.  "Shit, man, look at that beautiful hole just waiting for it," Randy
moaned, flicking out his tongue.

Surely not, Petersen thought, not these men - they wouldn't cheapen
themselves like this.  This he couldn't watch – his naked body flexed as
he pulled at the rope binding his wrists.  But just before closing his eyes
he heard a long "aaah" and saw the boys' heads fly back, their eyes wide
with exhilaration.  "Please, sir," the boy Pablo said, "eat my ass, sir.
It belongs to you – take it, sir."

The ranger was physically incapable of closing his eyes, mesmerized as he
was by the sight of the two men shoving their tongues into their boy's
holes.  It should have looked like humiliation but it didn't.  These were
top men who knew exactly what they were doing – and they were loving it.
The black guy finally pulled away and said, "Hey buddy, reckon they're good
and lubed by now?"

Randy pulled his face out of his boy's ass, his stubbled chin wet with
saliva, his eyes glowing.  He spoke to Zack but his eyes were looking
straight at Pete.  "Man, I'm stoked.  My balls are bursting with jizz and
my dick's hard as iron.  Let's do it, man."

No way could the ranger tear his gaze away from Randy's as the man pushed
his dick between the globes of his boy's ass and into his hole.  He saw the
passion building in the wide-open blue eyes.  Up to now the gypsy's look
had been supremely confident but now the eyes flickered as he released
control and submitted his body to the sensation in his cock.

"Oh, man," the gypsy groaned to his boy, though he was still gazing at
Pete.  "This is where I surrender my dick to your ass, boy."  His gaze was
penetrating the ranger's eyes.  "Take it all, boy.  I submit to your ass.
I submit to you, man."

Petersen felt himself being drawn into this man's fantasies and fought
against it.  He hated this dark demon for overpowering him, physically and
mentally.  He hated his strength, hated his beauty and he longed to face
him man-to-man and reassert his authority.  He heard it again.  "I submit
to you, man."  He looked at the gypsy face now grimacing in
... what?.... defeat? ...  "I submit..."

Yeah, that's what he would do when he got free, beat this fucking guy to a
pulp and make him submit.  He would strip the macho gypsy naked, tie him up
spread-eagled and whip that magnificent body, watching the lash bounce off
the muscles of his chest, his abs and his back.  He would whip that huge
cock and his naked ass.  He would lash him, break him, humiliate him until
that spectacular body writhed in agony and he screamed for mercy and
surrendered to him.  He would see the king of the gypsies hanging limp from
the ropes, his body broken, whimpering over and over, `I submit, sir ...  I
submit..."

"I submit...  I submit to that perfect ass, boy."

In a daze the ranger snapped back to reality and realized that Randy was
talking to his boy, though his hypnotic eyes was still fixed on him.  "That
ass is like a fucking furnace, it feels so good ..."  His eyes flashed at
Petersen.  "Take that gypsy's huge dick in your ass, man."

`The gypsy's huge dick in his ass...'  the words rang in the ranger's ears.
He shuddered ... he was being subjected to an intense mind-fuck.  He saw
the big man's muscles flex as his hips slammed against the ass with
gathering speed.  He had seen his buddies fuck girls often enough, but he
had never seen anything like this.  The man was a fuck machine, a wild
stallion, sweat dripping from his stubbled face and down over his sculpted
chest as he jackhammered his boy's ass.

`... the gypsy's huge dick in his ass...'

His cock became a piston ramrodding the boy, whose head rolled back and
gazed upward, his black hair flying over his handsome young face with every
blow to his ass.  Petersen saw the wild ecstasy in the boy's eyes and tried
to imagine what he was feeling.  His master was pounding his ass, that
massive tool was driving deep into his gut ...  What did it feel like to
have this powerful bodybuilder inside you, pile-driving your ass?  How
could a man take it, even from a magnificent man like this?  He tried to
imagine... `the gypsy's huge dick in his ass" ... he could almost feel it
...

"You feel that, man?" Randy said, ostensibly to Pablo, but staring straight
at Pete.  "You feel the boss's rod pounding into your ass?  Makes your dick
hard as a rock, eh man?  Makes you wanna shoot your load.  Come on, man,
come closer."

Hypnotized by the savage gypsy Pete shuffled forward, naked with his pants
still pooled round his boots.  He was so mesmerized by Randy's eyes that
there was something he didn't realize, and wouldn't have believed it even
if he did.  His long, uncut cock was standing out from his blond pubic hair
stiff as a pole.

Randy reached forward, grabbed Pablo's hair and pulled his head up so he
was staring at the ranger's cock inches from his face.

The boy knew his master well, knew from the start that Randy had to have
this man, this arrogant, aggressively homophobic authority figure.  He was
one handsome stud, but he had insulted Randy's boys and that was enough.
Randy had no vanity except for one thing – his sexual magnetism, his
ability to blow any man's mind and make him do whatever he commanded.

This Chief Ranger, this tough, macho stud, was an alpha male who boasted of
his drinking buddies, his sexual prowess with women, how they all fell for
his muscular good looks and how he fucked them all.  He was a special
challenge ... and Randy always rose to a challenge

Pablo realized that Randy was pulling out all the stops and knew instantly
what his role was to be.  "Man, I love to fuck," Randy yelled, "to feel my
hard cock pounding that boy."  Pablo opened his mouth wide, inched forward
and lowered himself onto the ranger's cock, sucking it in gently until it
came to rest deep in his throat.  Then he swallowed."

"Aah...aaah," the ranger moaned, in his delirium not fully aware what was
happening to him.  All he knew was that he was feeling what the gypsy was
feeling, the hot sensation in his dick.  "Feel that, man?" Randy grinned.
"Dick feels incredible, eh?  Come on, man, let's fuck."  The ranger saw
Randy increase the tempo of his fuck and he matched him.  His feelings for
this man had gyrated between hate, admiration and a thirst for revenge, but
now he felt a special bond with him as he gazed into his eyes and felt what
the gypsy felt, fucked as he fucked.

He was reeling in a confusion of lust, not clear what he was doing – a
cock in his mouth, the gypsy's huge cock in his ass?  He was delusional
but, whatever he was doing, he knew he wanted to do it with this incredible
man.  Randy talked him through the rest, holding his gaze but addressing
Pablo.

"Shit, your ass is hot, man.  Makes my dick hard as steel ... feel that
gypsy's huge dick pounding your ass?  Your ass is on fire, man, getting
jack-hammered like that.  You can't take any more ... but you know my rule
... any guy I fuck has to submit to me before he can bust his load.  You
wanna shoot, man?"

"Yeah, oh yeah, I wanna cum, man.  Let me cum..."

"Look at me, buddy."  Randy pumped his arms in the air, pounding ass, his
fists clenched in a bodybuilder pose.  "Look at this fucking man and submit
to him.  Watch that gypsy shoot his load in his boy's ass ... Here it
comes, man ... aaagh...!"  The ranger had never seen anything more
beautiful than this magnificent muscle god pumping his fists in the air,
howling as he blasted his load into his boy's ass.

The ranger had to surrender to the man's power and beauty.  He pulled at
the ropes behind his back, his muscles tensed and he screamed, "I submit.
I submit to you, sir.  I'm cuuumiiing..."  His cock exploded in Pablo's
mouth in the most intense orgasm of his life.  The boy swallowed, gulp
after gulp, squeezing every last drop of semen from the ranger's shuddering
dick.  Next to them the black leather-master howled as he too busted his
load deep in his boy's ass.

There was a long silence – except for the rasping breaths and the
pounding of their hearts.  But finally Randy pulled out of Pablo's ass and
Pablo released the ranger's cock.  Randy walked round and faced the ranger,
once again piercing him with his hypnotic blue eyes.  "On your knees, man."
In thrall to this breathtaking man the ranger dropped to his knees.  Randy
closed his fist round his own cock and pointed it at his face.  "My boy
only got half of it.  Open your mouth, big guy."

The ranger meekly complied and Randy spurted a huge stream of jism straight
into it, forcing the man's gag reflex to swallow, again and again as more
cum poured over his face and chest.  When he was drained Randy shook his
cock and said, "Now you know me, ranger.  Like I said, I'm the King of the
Gypsies."

Petersen fell forward onto the ground, his face pressed against Randy's
bare feet, soaking them with tears.

**************************

Randy looked down at the broken ranger with a smile of satisfaction, then
acknowledged the admiring gazes of Zack and the boys.  "Awesome, man," Zack
grinned.  "Fucking awesome."

On the ground Petersen slowly regained his senses as his euphoria
evaporated and the sexual fantasy faded.  As conscious memory flooded back
he winced in horror at what he had done, what he had felt.  The
overwhelming sensation was the taste of the man's semen in his mouth, but
remembering the blow across his face when he had spat before, this time he
swallowed hard – then again.

As the gypsy's juices flowed down his throat he felt totally degraded,
humiliated and deeply ashamed.  He was disgusted with himself for allowing
himself to be seduced into acts he despised in others.  All he knew was
that he had to get away from these men.  His hands were still tied behind
his back so he struggled to get up by bracing himself against Randy's legs
and easing himself up against his naked body.

Halfway up he paused to get his breath, inhaled and tasted rancid sweat and
cum.  He gagged as he realized his face was buried in damp, black pubic
hair, his face pressing against the gypsy's stinking cock and balls.  His
degradation complete, his body was wracked with a heaving sob.  At last he
struggled to his feet and found himself looking into the triumphant eyes
that had seduced him into an orgasm that he knew he would always remember –
and hate himself for.

"I'll untie you," Randy said in the deep voice that jolted the ranger with
his recent agonizing memories.  Randy untied his wrists and Petersen bent
down, pulled up his pants and buckled the belt.  "Listen buddy," Randy said
gently, "you're pretty exhausted, in no shape to drive.  Why don't you
catch your breath first and have a beer with us?"

Pete's eyes flashed, his macho authority starting to reassert itself.  "Go
to hell, man.  I hate your fucking guts.  Fuck you all."  He picked up his
shirt and T-shirt off the ground and staggered through the bushes from
which he had appeared a lifetime ago.

"Well," Zack grinned.  "That was intense."

"Yea, sir," Darius said to Randy.  "Hell I was sure you'd end up fucking
his ass, sir."

"There's still time," Randy grinned mysteriously.  "You gotta learn to read
the expression in a man's eyes, kiddo.  Don't believe everything he says.
Just wait and see, guys.  Hey, any more of that fish left?  I'm fucking
starved.

************************

The ranger stumbled through the forest, back to the trail where he had left
his truck.  His mind was a blur of conflicting sensations, the most
prominent a need for revenge.  He flashed on his fantasy of beating the
son-of-a-bitch to a pulp, tying him up and whipping his muscular body,
swinging lash after lash across his chest until the man was begging for
mercy.  He saw the broken body hanging from the ropes, the dark gypsy face
with the blue eyes sobbing in agony, groaning, "I submit ... I submit..."

As he ran he felt the crotch of his pants chafing his cock – it was rock
hard ... he stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.  Lying in the brush he
gazed up at the sky and in his deluded mind fancied he saw the naked gypsy
towering over him in triumph.  "Damn you, man," the ranger howled ... "damn
you to hell."

A few minutes later he was dragging himself to his truck, heaving himself
in and slumping in his seat.  He took many deep breaths and steeled himself
to banish the gypsy's image from his mind.  He had to get back to reality,
back to his routine.  He called dispatch on his radio and said, "Hey,
Petersen.  I'm signing off for the day, Linda.  See you tomorrow.  Yeah, me
too, girl.  Look forward to it."  Good.  That felt better.

He punched a number on his cell phone and a voice said, "Hey, bud, what's
up?  You gonna join me and the guys in the bar later?"  It was just what he
needed, the company of his buddies ... but he heard himself say, "Er, not
tonight, man.  Rain check.  Been a rough day and I got stuff to do.  Later,
buddy."

He shut off the phone and said out loud, "Stuff to do?  What the fuck am I
talking about?"  He stared blankly through the windshield and in the
distance through the trees glimpsed the sunlight glinting on the lake.

The lake, the beach.  And suddenly he was back there, staring into the
steel blue eyes, watching the gorgeous body pile-driving his boy, his
muscles flexing, gleaming with sweat.  The man had called him buddy, they
had felt the same euphoria as they had both fucked the boy – his boy.
What was the boy feeling – what was it like to have this gypsy's huge
prick in his ass?  Again those haunting words that he couldn't shake from
his mind.

He could smell the man, his beery breath, his sweat, his cum still
smothered over his face and chest.  He could hear him ... "You wanna shoot,
man?"  "Yeah, oh yeah, I wanna cum, man.  Let me cum... Aaagh!"  He felt
cum spurt pouring over his chest, the gypsy's semen pouring over his chest
and face.  He ran his hand over his chest, spreading the hot juice all over
him, sticking his fingers into his mouth, tasting his cum ... his own cum!

He groaned out loud as he realized he had pulled out his own cock and
busted his load over himself, fantasizing about the man who had made him
shoot, wondering what a guy felt like getting his ass ramrodded like the
gypsy had pounded his boy.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck."  He slammed his hands down on the steering wheel
in anger, confusion and frustration.  "Gotta get out of here."  He gunned
the truck that skidded in the gravel and took off, bouncing over the track
until it reached the highway.  Which way, now, buddy – right or left
Come on man?  Where you going?  Which direction ...?

There was only one place.  The ranger yanked on the wheel and spun the
truck round in a U-turn.

************************

Far removed from the dramatic events at the lake another scene was
unfolding at the house.  It was a much quieter, domestic little scene but
in its unassuming way promised to add a unique chapter to the long, vibrant
narrative of the tribe.  Eddie would be the one to create his own simple
story, different from anything the house had known up to now.

It began routinely enough with Eddie sweeping the courtyard outside the
gate, nearing the end of his chores for the day.  A bit like Cinderella, he
grinned to himself, in his old shorts and ragged T-shirt, "though I ain't
working for no ugly sisters," he thought.  Far from it, he was tending
house for a group of the most beautiful men on the planet and was proud to
do it.

His mind was on his master Hassan as usual, and he absent-mindedly gazed up
the hill in the direction of Mulholland Drive where the sexy Marine lived.
Then he saw something that made him throw down his broom.  He ran up the
hill from the house and called out, "Hey, dude, you need any help with
that?"

In front of him up the hill was a young man huffing and puffing, putting
all his strength in a failing attempt to propel his wheelchair up the steep
hill.  He looked round with a broad smile in his fresh, open face and said,
"Well now that you mention it, dude, I guess I could use a hand or two.  I
can usually make it up this hill – does wonders for the upper body –
but I've been to the grocery store and all these bags make this old chariot
a lot heavier."  He gave Eddie the once over.  "Shit, you've got quite a
build yourself, dude.  Just the muscle I need."

Eddie laughed and grabbed the handles of the wheelchair, saying, "Piece of
cake, bro.  I won't even break a sweat.  Just point me in the right
direction."

"Top of the hill on the left.  Small apartment house, ground floor.  Don't
worry there's ramps to the front door – landlord put them in."  Eddie
was right – it was a piece of cake, and he didn't break a sweat.  He
pushed the chair up the shallow ramp, the guy fumbled with his keys and
they went into his small, neat, one-bedroom apartment.

"Thanks a heap, dude."  A smile again lit up the young, good-looking face
as he held out his hand.  "Name's Brandon."  Eddie shook it and grinned,
"I'm Eddie.  Here, let me help you put those groceries away."

"Nah, I can do it," Brandon said.  "I'm real independent."  Eddie stood
back amazed as the boy whirled his chair round the small apartment, deftly
putting away groceries in the fridge and cabinets, nothing above head high.
He finished in no time, grabbed two beers from the fridge and offered on to
Eddie.  "Here, dude, the least I can do."

Eddie sat facing him and was immediately drawn to the eager, open face.
Brandon took a swig of beer and explained, "I only moved up here a few
months ago.  I was living in a group home for the disabled but I don't
think of myself as disabled so I persuaded the welfare folks to let me live
independently.  Works a treat."

"How did this happen?" Eddie asked, nodding at the wheelchair.

"Car wreck, when I was about ten.  My dad was driving – drunk as usual –
and wrapped the car round a tree.  He wasn't hurt but my legs were trapped
and so ..." he shrugged ... "bingo.  No more feeling in my legs.  So I'm
never gonna make it as a track and field star," he laughed, "though I do
try out for the Paralympics – do pretty good too.  See?" he grinned
flexing the muscles in his well-developed upper body.  "Anyway, my mom was
a drunk too so they put me in a group home.  Moved around a bit until I
came here and I couldn't be happier."

Eddie looked at Brandon and frowned.  "Dude, you say your legs don't work
but what about the rest ... like ... what about your cock?"

Brandon roared with laughter.  "Shit, Eddie, you don't mess around, do you?
Cut right to the chase.  Well, no worries on that score – my dick's just
fine.  I cum all the time and shoot a lot of jizz – a regular gusher."

"Hey, that's what the guys always say about me," Eddie laughed.  "I can cum
over and over."  Then he furrowed his brow and asked with his typical
directness, "But ... I mean, how do you ... like what can you do?"

Brandon smiled and held out his right hand, curving it in a semi fist.
"See this, dude?  A guy's best friend, especially if his legs don't work.
I got the strongest wrist in town.  Hey, see that cupboard over there?
Open it."

Eddie did as directed and reared back.  "Wow, dude, that is intense."  He
was looking at the biggest collection of porn videos he had ever seen
... and they were all male.  His peal of laughter rang round the room.  "A
dude after my own heart," he said.  "Wow you got some classics here, all
the hot ones.  You got Manning too, of course – don't you just love that
awesome body of his and that big hunk of meat?"

"Oh yeah, that guy can make me shoot any time, day or night.  See I go for
big, muscular guys ... handsome, macho bodybuilder types."

"Shit, you should see my house then.  You'd go apeshit – never stop
gushing."  Eddie was still puzzled, though.  "So, like, jerking off's hot
but ... I mean ... is that all?"

"Pretty much," said Brandon cheerfully.  "I don't get too many visitors
here, and even if I do ... well, you know ... bit squeamish and all."

"Hell, dude," Eddie said with wide-eyed enthusiasm.  "You don't have to
settle for that.  Doesn't always have to be one off the wrist.  I can think
of something else right away."  He grinned conspiratorially.  "Listen dude,
there's not much I'm good at except cleaning house and working as a
bar-back, but there was one thing I learned in that bar sucking all those
leather guys' dicks night after night.  Now there I'm a real expert –
all the guys say so."

Brandon's eyes gleamed.  "You mean you ... you would really do that?  You
wouldn't mind?"

"Mind?!  Hey don't sell yourself short, stud.  You're a hot looking dude,
great face and, like you said, great upper body.  Plus I like you – and
I love sucking cock.  Hey, dude – you got the dick, I got the mouth.
Bet you I can make you cum ... what ... three times at least?"

"You're on, dude," Brandon laughed and he reached for the remote control.

"Nah, that's another thing," Eddie said.  "You won't need the videos.  I
guarantee."

***************************

While the two young guys were getting down to business, things were not so
settled in the forest way above the city.  Far from it.

The arrogant chief ranger, normally so authoritative and self-assured, a
confident macho stud, had lost his balance.  In fact, he was a mess.
Barely aware that he had U-turned away from the highway, his logic, common
sense, morals, all flew out the window as his truck bounced over the gravel
path.  All he could see before him were those defiant blue eyes in the
stubbled gypsy face ... and the ecstatic glow on his boy's face as he felt
his master's dick piston inside him ....  ``The gypsy's huge dick in his
ass " ... couldn't shake those words.  What could it feel like...?

**************************

On the beach things had turned positively domestic.  Randy and Pablo were
at the water's edge, disentangling the fishing tackle, getting it ready for
the next spin on the lake.  Zack and Darius were standing in shallow water
skimming stones over the glassy surface of the water.

Suddenly Zack heard a sound and looked up at the beach.  "Well what d'ya
know?" he said softly.  The other three followed his gaze and stared in awe
at the tall shirtless ranger standing under the trees, his shirt hanging
from his hand at his side, the sun playing through the leaves over the
muscles of his bare chest.

They were stunned into silence – all except Randy who took it all in
stride as if he had expected this.  Which, of course, he had.  He marched
up the beach toward the tense ranger and said jovially, "Hey, Pete, good to
see ya."  He came close and gazed at the ranger with a satisfied smile.  "I
been keeping that beer on ice for you."

The ranger felt himself being drawn back into the pools of those limpid
blue eyes.  "You knew I would come back, didn't you?"

"Pretty much," Randy said, his dark, handsome face crinkling in a grin.
"And I'm pretty sure I know what you came back for – and it wasn't
beer."

"You son-of-a-bitch," the ranger said softly.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Randy laughed.  "But whatever you call me, we
still got a lot of ground to cover, buddy ... I can call you buddy, right?
See we're gonna get real close, man, mighty close actually.  And I think
you're about ready.  Do you think you're ready, chief?"

"Damn you, man.  You know I am."

***************************

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 221


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